In one dissolve
that trinket –
that measly little
stinky pink thing –
destroyed all my zest
– Len "Falls for Trinkets" Blumfeld
A somewhat deviant haiku written to get dissolve, trinket and zest from 3WW to interact. And a free contribution to Totally Optional Prompts.
Note
Not much work here at work ... and it shows, doesn't it!
This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Papercut art
A photograph underlayed with a papercut for Inspire Me Thursday's Papercut theme. I made a papercut, scanned it and underlayed a recent flower photo with it. This is just a section of the whole picture.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Good things combine
It's another grey day, with the clouds vacillating between letting go (mildly) and holding back but remaining grey and threatening.
A headache has been at work in the back of my head.
They're killing trees out in the backyard.
The motor saw is adding to the entertainment.
– Leonard "Razor Edge" Blumfeld
A headache has been at work in the back of my head.
They're killing trees out in the backyard.
The motor saw is adding to the entertainment.
– Leonard "Razor Edge" Blumfeld
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Knight on bended knees to his beloved lady
Barely a drop in the evenings now, only glad mist admidst the pallid murmurs of your dark rivulets. Oh how you make me swoon!
– Leonard Blumfeld
Nonsense ditty incorporating all nine words – drop, evenings, glad, mist, motionless, murmur, pallid, rivulets, swoon – from Café Writing.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Nonsense ditty incorporating all nine words – drop, evenings, glad, mist, motionless, murmur, pallid, rivulets, swoon – from Café Writing.
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African Yellow
African Yellow
Acrylic on paper, photographed, clipped and digitally modified, 2008
A belated entry for Inspire Me Thursday's Yellow.
Acrylic on paper, photographed, clipped and digitally modified, 2008
A belated entry for Inspire Me Thursday's Yellow.
In the sky - cruising and vacationing
Today's horoscope for the coming week said:
You enjoy being in control, Capricorn, but this week the Universe shows you that it's not always possible for you to be in charge. You may decide you like taking it easy! Mercury turns retrograde on Wednesday. You'll play catch-up with the people and events in your life for the next three weeks. This is a great time to relax and swing in a hammock. On Saturday a new vista opens for you as the Moon in your sector of travel conjuncts your ruler, Saturn. You may embark on a long cruise or sign up for an exotic vacation.
- For a long time I've had the feeling that I'm not very much in control. It's been more like an inescapable road to follow, with some traffic lights and yield or stop signs for guidance.
- Glad to know that the Universe with a capital U is behind it all.
- They guessed right – I like taking it easy. I like things served on a platter, all nicely garnished and ready for the taking. Alas, that's not the way it works, and I'd be very surprised if it did next week.
- Don't have no hammock and don't even like 'em very much, to be honest.
- If it were up to horoscopes, I would have gone on long cruises a lot over the years. Exotic vacation? Perhaps Kazakhstan ... I've been getting interested in it due to infatuation with one of its citizens.
- I'll see, but I'm not holding my breath.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Breath from beyond
Acrylic and ink on paper, 2006
For Inspire Me Thursday's Breath.
My mother passed away last Friday. Whenever I go
back to look at her, I still expect her to start breathing
again any moment.
This won't happen, of course. If there were any breath,
it would be from beyond, as in the painting. Life,
colors and breathing are underneath the blackness.
For Inspire Me Thursday's Breath.
My mother passed away last Friday. Whenever I go
back to look at her, I still expect her to start breathing
again any moment.
This won't happen, of course. If there were any breath,
it would be from beyond, as in the painting. Life,
colors and breathing are underneath the blackness.
Welcome home
The prince is back,
oh princely abode
with your dusting
needs and clothes
strung up to dry.
Go, inhabitor, go
put some music on
and make it some-
what inhabited.
It’s Sunday morning,
someone died Friday,
and you’ve just
taken announcement
letters to the mailbox.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2008)
Largely autobiographical, razor-edge-of-time, so to speak.
This also offers some explanation of my recent writing (and blogging) inactivity.
PS:
I’m using the not very existent* word inhabitor on purpose ... somewhere in between inhibitor and inhabitant.
*On the Internet it mostly exists as a spelling problem.
oh princely abode
with your dusting
needs and clothes
strung up to dry.
Go, inhabitor, go
put some music on
and make it some-
what inhabited.
It’s Sunday morning,
someone died Friday,
and you’ve just
taken announcement
letters to the mailbox.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2008)
Largely autobiographical, razor-edge-of-time, so to speak.
This also offers some explanation of my recent writing (and blogging) inactivity.
PS:
I’m using the not very existent* word inhabitor on purpose ... somewhere in between inhibitor and inhabitant.
*On the Internet it mostly exists as a spelling problem.
Monday, September 1, 2008
1st of September fib
It's
calm
in here
with my co-
workers gone. A lull
before the chatty storm returns.
– Leonard Blumfeld
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